Mesmerized by the beauty of the New York skyline from Brooklyn with the bridge illuminating in the distance, Angela gushed, "It's so beautiful out here, such a great view. You've got the river and the bridge and ohhh look at all those lights."

"Angela, those are cop cars," Tony laughs.

"Oh well," she giggles, "Looks nice anyway." She sighs, turning to Tony, "Feels like we're the only two people in the world up here," she smiles, her eyes glowing.

"It sure does," Tony meets her eyes, his heart beginning to race.

"Hey Angela,"

"Heyyy Tony, " she giggles in a Brooklyn accent.

Diverting from his previous thought, he smiles and teases, "First Theorello is a rotten cat, now you've got a Brooklyn accent, what's next, barefoot and pregnant?" The words escaping his lips before his brain could catch up with his mouth. Angela's eyes bulge wide. His face begins to burn red as he tries to back pedal quickly, "I, I didn't mean you, ha, can you imagine you," a nervous laugh, "Barefoot and pregnant, I meant you saying barefoot and pregnant." His cover worse than his previous comment.

Blushing, Angela whispers, "I can almost imagine it." Flashbacks of her dream while Tony was out bowling with his friends run through her mind.

"Can almost imagine what?" Tony curiously questions, intrigued by her response.

"Oh nothing, just a dream, I mean a thought I had, you know, meeting Ginger and Lynn, they uh, well never mind. They are really great ladies." Her reply making as little sense as Tony's comment as she tried to move on from this awkward moment. "Maybe I should get going," she gets up as if to leave?

Jumping up to meet her face, "Oh Angela don't go," Tony exclaimed, "You know, it's awfully late, why don't you stay the night?"

Shocked by his statement, "Me stay here, stay the night?" A perplexed look on her face.

"Ya, I mean, you can have the guestroom and I'll take the couch of course. I just hate for you to drive all the way back home at this hour."

"Oh Tony, I don't know, I'll be fine." A happy yet awkward feeling brewing in her stomach.

"Please Angela," Tony pleaded, "It would make me feel better, after all, you came all this way to see me and," he trained his thoughts for a minute, "What do you say, I'll make us a nice breakfast in the morning and maybe we can go out and do something tomorrow, you and me, I'll show you around Brooklyn?"

"That sounds nice, but are you sure Tony? Me staying here. What will your friends think?"

"What will they think about what, we already live together Angela, well you know, not LIVE TOGETHER," he emphasized, "But we live together, what's the difference?"

"Well, I guess you're right," she laughed.

"Yo Angela, you should stay, keep the bum company, " A male voice rose from below.

"Ay oh, Dennis, close your window and butt out." Tony yelled back down as he mumbled some Italian expletives to himself.

Giggling. Angela shook her head, "I love Brooklyn."

Helping her back through the fire-escape window, Tony held her hand as he asked her, "Wanna watch a movie? It's Saturday night!" A smile crossing his lips.

"I'd love to," Angela smiled, looking down at their joined hand.

Realizing he was still holding her hand, he quickly let it go as he cleared his throat, "Uh, I think Mrs. R just got cable so maybe we can find something good like,"

"The Way We Were," Angela interjected.

"Yes!" Tony excitedly exclaimed, "You go look and I'll go make some popcorn." He turned towards the kitchen.

"Okay, I better call Mother and the kids and let them know I won't be back, so they don't worry."

"Ya, good idea!"

"I'm sure Mother will have some crude comment to make, " Angela sighed, blushing a little.

"Who Mona?" Tony replied sarcastically, "Never!"

While Tony prepared the popcorn, Angela called home and was relieved that Jonathan answered and not Mona so she wouldn't have to deal with the third degree interrogation from her mother as to why she was staying and what she would be doing.

Bidding Jonathan a goodnight, Angela began to channel surf hoping to find something worth watching.

As Tony walked back into the living room with a large bowl of popcorn, a familiar voice escaped the television,

"Scattered pictures, of the smiles we left behind, smiles we gave to one another, of,"

"The Way We Were," he sang as he ran towards the television.

"Yes!" Angela excitedly replied, "Looks like it just started."

"Like it was meant to be," Tony smiled as he set the bowl down on the table, taking a seat next to Angela on the sofa.

As Katie and Hubble navigate through the differences in their backgrounds and interests, their attraction evident, Tony and Angela watch intensely, glued to the television as if any deviation from the screen might make them face the similarities of their own relationship. When Katie and Hubble meet again at the end of World War II, they fall in love, despite their differences.

Nervously swallowing hard, Angela turns to Tony, "Tony?"

"Ya, Angela," his eyes not leaving the screen.

"What were you going to say earlier, you know, while we were still out on the porch?"

Unsure of when she was referring too, he turned, a confused look on his face, "When?"

"Before my Brooklyn accent imitation and," she giggled, "The barefoot and pregnant comment."

Blushing, Tony's eyes diverted back to the television and back to her, "Oh, I umm, was just curious about our earlier conversation, you know, "at our usual spot,"" he mimicked still uncertain as to what she had meant by that when he returned back from bowling. "What was that all about, you seemed pretty intense?" He turned down the sound to the television to give her his undivided attention.

"Oh, just something the girls said that got me thinking about you missing Brooklyn and how you can take the boy of out of Brooklyn but you can't take the Brooklyn out of the boy, or something like that," she shrugged her shoulders. "Do you ever miss Brooklyn and regret moving away? Maybe having those twins with a nice Italian girl from the neighborhood?"

"Wow Angela, I don't know about that all now, you know I had that life and you know why I left."

"Yes, course I do, to give Samantha a better life and you have, but she's growing up and going away to college soon, do you ever think about moving back here once she's gone and maybe settling down here once again when you're out of school? Getting a job in the old neighborhood, maybe inspiring young kids to do better for themselves and go to college like you are?"

"Where is this all coming from Angela?"

"I don't know, just the glow you had when you talked about always wanting twins and how happy you were to be with your friends here, hanging out, doing the things you used to do, I don't know, it just got me thinking."

Looking back towards the television as if retreating to another time and place, Tony responded, "Of course I miss it here Angela, I grew up here, I fell in love with Marie here, I got married here and had Samantha here. All my friends and people I've known since I was a kids are here, but this is my past, as much as I enjoy coming back here, Connecticut is my home, you're my future." His eyes darted back to Angela as he cleared his throat, unsure if what he had just said was what she had just heard, "I mean, you and Jonathan and Mona, we're family and I can't ever see myself moving back here and leaving you guys."

Angela's face glowed as the light from the television reflected off her cheeks in the dimly lit room, "Yes, yes we are family," she reassured, smiling as she put her hands over her stomach thinking back again to her dream earlier of being pregnant with Tony's baby.

Sitting back against the couch, Tony scooted a little closer to Angela as they focused their attention back on the movie, Tony relieved, yet a little disappointed that Angela didn't push back on his comment about her being his future and Angela taking in the moment that Tony had once again acknowledged his future being with her, as uncertain as it still may be. They hadn't really discussed their future since Jamaica, but it was evident to all around that they were growing significantly closer despite their agreement to make any decision about them until Tony was more secure about himself.

The movie played on as Katie and Hubble faced the ups and downs of their marriage and the joy of Katie's pregnancy. Tony and Angela watched without deviation of their eyes as Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford fell towards the sandy California beach celebrating the news of their pregnancy.

Slowly turning his gaze towards Angela, his expression warm and pensful, "Hey Angela, have you ever thought about having more children?"

Shocked but engulfed in the moment of the movie with visions of her earlier dream still vivid in her mind, Angela whispered, "Yes, yes I have." Her eyes turning to meet Tony's. "But only with the right person," she continued, swallowing hard, their eyes locked upon each other.

Taking a deep breath, Tony raised his right hand, cupped her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her tenderly. Pulling her head closer to him as they deepened their kiss, their arms wrapped around each other as their kiss became more powerful and intense.

Leaning her back onto the couch, their lips maintained locked as he straddled over her, his left arm supporting his weight as his right hand entangled her hair. Her arms wrapped around his arm and neck, holding him tightly.

Breaking apart to come up for air, Tony suddenly sat up and exclaimed, "Oh my God Angela, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry." He wiped the wet off his lips with the palm of his hand. "I don't know what I was thinking." He shook his head.

Placing one hand on his cheek and the other grasping the hand he had wiped his lips with Angela whispered, "Don't be sorry Tony, you have nothing to apologize for, I like when you kiss me." An embarrassed smile creeping on her lips as her thumb caressed the side of his face.

Reaching his hand up to meet hers on his cheek, he brought their hands together on his lap, holding them tightly as he looked at her, his eyes lost and uncertain, "But Angela, nothing has changed for me. I still don't know what I'm doing with my life or what I'm majoring in, I still don't know who I am, and I don't have anything to offer you and...,"

She quickly threw her index finger against his lips, "Shhhh," she whispered, "And I still understand and I know how much it matters to you to find yourself but maybe we can find you, together?" She released her finger from his lips, her hand caressing the side of his cheek as it made its way back down to his lap, joining again with their other hands.

"Oh Angela," his heart melted as he stared into her beautiful brown eyes, glowing with love and reassurance. "I don't want you to wake up one day and wonder what you got yourself involved with, some two-bit ex-ballplayer from Brooklyn with nothing to give you."

"But Tony, you've already given me so much, you have filled my life with so much happiness and laughter, the best moments of my life have been those spent with you and I don't ever want you to doubt for one minute that you're not good enough for me or anything less than an amazingly, wonderful man that I lov," she stuttered, trying to catch herself before revealing her hearts true devotions, "That I think the world of." Her eyes descended to their hands breaking contact with Tony's.

"When I asked you to stay tonight, this conversation never crossed my mind," he raised her chin to meet his eyes again, feeling his heart pound and his palms beginning to sweat, he took a deep breathe, leaned in and caught her lips for a sweet and tender kiss. Breaking away again, he looked deep in her eyes again, "When I asked you to stay tonight, this was the furthest thing from my mind," he leaned in again and captured her lips once more, "When I asked you to stay tonight, I already knew what an amazing woman you were but I never realized how lost I would be without you." His eyes falling to their hands as he tried to hide the emotions taking over his face.

"I'm right here Tony," her turn to raise his chin to meet her eyes, "And I'm not going anywhere!" She leaned in and captured his lips for a deep, passionate kiss.

As their arms tangled once again around each other, finally giving into the passion they had longed to share together, Tony whispered, trying to catch his breath "You know Angela, I've always thought of you as the kind of woman you marry, you know, the kind you take home to meet your mother and not the kind you just fool around with. I don't want to just fool around with you." He stroked her face with his thumb, his fingers tangled in her hair.

"Well, that's good," she sighed, "You've already met my mother and she would approve," she crashed her lips upon his yet again for another breathe taking kiss.

While Katie and Hubble parted ways, Tony and Angela found their way to each other. Each kiss becoming more passionately deep, their bodies pressed up against each other, only separating slightly to catch their breathe.

Feeling Tony's manhood becoming increasingly more prominently against her thigh, Angela adjusted her waist so that their legs were now separated by each other's, each ones groin pressed up against the other's and she dropped her hands down to cup his hear, bringing him closer into her.

Shocked by her boldness, Tony pulled his head up off her lips, looking down on her and muttered, "Angela, are you trying to say what I think you're trying to say," his voice hesitant and unsure.

"Only if you're okay with it," she smiled.

Looking around the room, Tony's eyes widened his lips wrinkled, "This is Mrs. Rossini's apartment, wouldn't that be a little strange?"

"She's not here," Angela giggled, 'What would she know? She's on a cruise, not like she's going to walk in and catch us!" She smiled.

"I know but,"

"It's okay Tony," Angela interrupted, "I didn't mean to put you on the spot or make you uncomfortable. It's okay if you don't want to." Her voice trembling, unsure what to say next.

"Not want to?" He retorted, " Hell Angela, it's taking every ounce of self-control I have right now to not make love to you on this couch, I just always thought our first time would be somewhere a little more romantic than Mrs. Rossini's couch."

"You've thought about us making love?" Angela gushed, her cheeks burning with blush.

"Ya, well, you know, after that night in Jamaica, I had to take a couple cold showers." He replied, slightly embarrassed to have divulged his secret. "You know why I stopped us in Jamaica, don't you Angela?" He lifted his body off her, sitting next to her on the edge of the couch, his right arm bracing himself around her waist, his left hand resting on her arm, rubbing it gently up and down.

"I know," she hesitated, "Well, I think I know?"

"Angela, I wanted you so bad that night, but I knew if anything happened like that between us, there was no going back. Not to mention, everyone would know, and I wasn't ready for that. I couldn't risk losing you if something happened and we didn't work out, I still can't, I couldn't live with myself if I lost you."

"You're not going to lose me Tony, I promise! And if you're not ready, it's okay, we can just enjoy each other in other ways, like this," she reached up and caressed his cheek.

"Angela, I want you so bad," he leaned down, passionately kissing her, "I don't want to take anymore cold showers," he sighed, their lips still joined.

"I don't want you to have to take anymore cold showers Tony, I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life," she whispered, their lips and eyes locked together.

"Are you sure," he questioned again?"

"Shut up and kiss me," she grabbed the back of his head, forcing his lips upon hers, not allowing him to speak anymore.

Sliding off the couch, he wrapped his hands under her, lifting her up into her his arms and carried her into the guest bedroom.

Opening the door to a wall-to-wall pink wallpapered bedroom that resembled something out of the 1970's, with a twin-sized bed, Tony and Angela looked around with shocked expressions as they began to laugh at what was to surround their first intimate encounter. Laying eyes on the small twin bed, adorned with a pink-lace bed quilt and matching pillows, Tony looked at Angela and sighed, "I can't, I just don't think I can man up in this room." He shook his head, his eyes still wide as pools, taking in the sight before him.

Giggling, Angela leaned in and whispered, "Maybe you can put it out of your mind and focus on this instead," she nibbled on his ear, her warm breath penetrating his ear as she spoke. Moving her lips along his cheek to meet his, again for a warm, tender kiss.

Feeling himself react to her touch, "I think I can try! Can we turn off the lights though, I don't know how much of this pink I can take?" He sighed.

"I've got something else that's pink you can focus," she purred.

"Marone a mi," his heart began to race as he hit the light switch with his elbow, turning it back off and rushed to the bed, laying Angela gently upon it as he leaned over her, barring his weight on his arms, capturing her lips with his.

The reflection of the city lights outside the window illuminated the room just enough that Tony could see the glow of Angela's face below his. Raising his hand to her face, he brushed her hair off her forehead, sliding his fingers down her face, cupping her cheek in his palm, "You are so beautiful," he whispered, "I must have done something right in life to be here, like this, with you." He smiled as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. Placing butterfly kissed along her brow, down her nose and resting his lips upon hers, he breathed, "I love you Angela," as he captured her lips with a deep and passionate kiss.

Tears swelled in her shut eyes as she wrapper her arms about his neck, bringing the weight of his body down upon her, there was longer a need for words, all doubts and insecurities vanished as they began a new journey along their path to the future.

Tony's hand traced Angela's body down her neck, along her breast, onto her side, resting on her hip as he began to slowly pull her long-brown dress up her leg, allowing his hand to make its way onto her firmly exposed thigh. Her long, slender legs wrapped around his torso as she raised her hips up, allowing him full access beneath her dress. Sliding his body down the length of her chest and stomach, he cupped her breast as he descended her body, placing feather like kisses along her legs, making his way to her inner thigh. Looking up towards her for reassurance that she was comfortable with his touch, she moaned as his fingers made contact with the elastic along her panty line. Rubbing his hand along the joint of her upper thigh and panty line, Angela's hips raised to meet his touch, crashing his face into her delicacy.

Moving his hands to the upper-outer edge of her panty line, Tony slowly began to remove the black lace that separated him from becoming more personally acquainted with her. Her delight to his touch was evident as her hands crashed upon his head, caressing his hair as her body responded to his efforts. Her hips rising and falling with each touch, a moan or sigh followed by a soft, "Oh Tony!"

Feeling herself on the verge of losing control, she raised his head to meet her eyes, "I want you Tony, all of you," leading his head back up towards hers, "I love you Tony," she finally reciprocated.

Meeting their lips together again, Tony began to fumble with the buttons of her dress, slowly undoing each one as he kissed his way down her chest, exposing her black-lace bra, he continued until he reached her stomach, sending shivers through her body as he nuzzled her bellybutton, unlatching her belt as he moved his lips across her stomach and back up her side.

The torturous ecstasy was taking its toll on her. Tony was so attentive to her, making every effort to ensure she thoroughly enjoyed herself that she was coming apart with desire for release.

Deciding to take control of the situation, Angela grabbed Tony and flipped him over on his back, nearly throwing him off the small bed they currently occupied. Still fully dressed, she straddled him, the skirt to her dressed draped over him, her top, completely unbuttoned, revealing shimmers of her soft skin beneath it. As she unfastened her belt and tossed it to the side, her dress-blouse fell off her shoulders, fully exposing her upper body to Tony. He gasped as memories of his first encounter with Angela's body came flooding back to his memory. Yes, half of her was still covered but his vision of their bathroom encounter shortly after he started working for her gave him all the vision he needed to react to the sight before him, he moaned.

Having got his attention, Angela slipped her dress completely off as she reached for his belt loop and began to slide his shirt up his torso, laying her body upon his as she kissed her way up his chest. "My turn to get you worked up," she whispered as one hand moved his shirt off and the other worked on his pants.

Crashing her lips on his as he wrapped his arms around her bare skin, he lifted her up, over him, as if he was bench pressing her. Looking up and down her firmly toned body, "Wow," he exclaimed with a smile, bringing her back down to rest on him. "Wow you," she giggled as his muscles tightened and flexed when he lifted her. "I think it's time we get rid of these," she tugged at his pants, trying to undo the button and zipper.

"Yes ma'am, let me help you," he reached down and wiggled himself out of his tight-fitting jeans.

"As good as you look in those, I almost hate to see them go." She smirked.

"Oh ya? Maybe I should keep them on then?"

"No way, I'd much rather see what you look like with them off," she growled.

"Nowhere near as good as you look like now," he purred as he sat up to meet her lips, his arms tightly wrapped around her as she straddled him.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

"You already said that," she giggled.

"I know, I always say it twice," he kissed her passionately, grasping the latch of her bra, unhooking it as he brought his hands back to her shoulders, slowly pulling the delicate lace off her body.

"Wow!" He exclaimed. "Even more perfect than I remember," he gushed, leaning in, and placing a tender kiss upon each breast, "Perfect!"

"I thought you didn't see anything?" She teased, remembering her embracement when he walked in on her getting out of the bath and caught a full-frontal view of her wet and naked body.

"Well, maybe a little," he smirked, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, bringing her in for a tight deep kiss.

"My turn," she exclaimed when they separated for air.

Slowly wiggling her pelvis upon his groin, she felt his manhood grow as he reacted to her touch. Pushing him back down towards the bed, Angela straddled him, hunching his manhood causing him to release a series of yearning moans. Unable to contain herself any longer, Angela slipped off her panties in a silent message to Tony that she was ready for him.

The wait was over! Tony quickly relieved himself of his boxers as Angela took the reins to their next level of intimacy. She mounted him, taking every inch of his manhood inside her. Their rhythm was perfect, they were fully in sync with each other, attuned to each other's every move, they glided together as perfectly in bed as they did on the dance floor.

Enjoying Angela's command of the situation, she took control and led them to a moment of complete ecstasy as they climaxed together, succumbing to years of buildup sexual tension and self-inflicted frustration.

Trying to regulate their breathing as they came off the high of their love making, Tony and Angela, lay in each other's arms, their bodies pressed up close against one another, trying to stay centered on the bed so neither would fall off the side, Tony panted,

"Manore a mi, that was incredible!" He kissed the top of her head.

Blushing, "Ya, that was pretty spectacular!" She tightened her grip around his chest.

"Hey Angela," Tony's voice suddenly deeper and more serious.

"Ya, Tony, what's the matter," she looked up to meet his eyes.

"Nothing, everything is perfect! I just wanted you to know, I meant what I said."

A pensive look on her face, so much at been said tonight, she wasn't entirely sure what part he was referring too, "Meant what?" She questioned.

"I love you Angela, I've loved you for a longtime, but I was afraid to ruin what we have. But if loving you ruins that, then I'm willing to ruin it."

Tears swelling in her eyes, "You'd ruin our friendship for love?"

"In a heartbeat," he sighed, "But only for your love." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.

"Awww Tony," she cried, "And I love you!" Their lips met again as night fell upon Brooklyn.

Notes- Credit and lines for the porch scene and other WTB directly related material as well as characters are given to the WTB creatures, writers and ABC. I take no creative credit for their material expressed or otherwise.